𝟎𝟎𝟐. country club adventures

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The blonde's lips curled into a warm smile, radiating a welcoming energy. "Don't worry about it, sweetie. You're new here, right? I haven't seen you around before," she stated, her friend beside her nodding in agreement. "Oh yeah, you're Anastasia Katz's niece, aren't you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. Clementine affirmed with a nod, a soft hum escaping her lips. The blonde's eyebrows shot up, her eyes widening with excitement. "That's so cool! Your aunt runs the absolute best restaurant in town," she exclaimed, her admiration evident in her voice.

Clementine cleared her throat, her voice filled with curiosity. "I'm Clementine. And you guys are...?" she trailed off, eager to learn their names.

Tory's bright smile lit up her face as she responded, "I'm Tory." The warmth in her voice was contagious, instantly making Clementine feel at ease. Turning to the girl beside her, Aisha, Clementine couldn't help but notice her friendly demeanor. "And I'm Aisha," she chimed in, her voice carrying a sense of camaraderie. Clementine felt a wave of relief wash over her as she realized she had stumbled upon two kind and welcoming individuals.

She glanced over at Robby once more, her heart sinking as she saw him with Sam. A pang of jealousy pricked at her stomach, but she fought to maintain a smile on her face. Nervously, she scratched her arm, the scars hidden beneath her sleeve catching Tory's observant eye. Though Tory noticed, she chose not to mention it, instead diverting the conversation to a more positive note. "Love your swimsuit!" she exclaimed, offering a compliment to lift Clementine's spirits. "Thanks," Clementine replied, a hint of gratitude in her voice.

Tory's eyes sparkled with joy as she nodded, her smile radiating warmth. "You're welcome," she said, her voice filled with genuine kindness. "Well, I'm gonna go grab some drinks for us. Wanna join us?" she asked, her excitement palpable.

Clementine's lips curled into a gentle smile as she shook her head, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mystery. "No, thanks," she replied, her voice soft and laced with anticipation. "I gotta find someone."

As Tory and Aisha walked away, their laughter fading into the background, Clementine's gaze locked onto Robby. Time seemed to slow down as she watched him engage in conversation with Sam. The air was charged with a mix of curiosity and longing, urging her to take a step closer.

Clementine's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. With her bag held tightly against her side, she maneuvered through the sea of people in the crowded food court, determined to reach Robby. Each step brought her closer to him, and her anticipation grew with every passing moment.

As she descended the stairs, her eyes remained locked on Robby, who was engaged in conversation with Sam. Clementine couldn't help but admire his easy charm and the way he interacted with others. It only fueled her desire to approach him and share a moment together.

Finally, the distance between them closed, and Clementine found herself standing before Robby. Time seemed to stand still as their eyes met, an unspoken connection forming between them. A smile slowly spread across Robby's lips, mirroring the warmth that filled Clementine's heart. The sight of his genuine happiness sent a rush of joy through her, causing a soft blush to grace her cheeks.

In that fleeting moment, Clementine couldn't help but feel a surge of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this encounter would be the start of something beautiful.

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CLEMENTINE TOOK A DIP IN THE POOL WHILE ROBBY TANNED. Clementine and Robby exchanged a brief moment of reconciliation before Clementine dipped herself into the cool water of the pool. She swam laps tirelessly, feeling the exertion in her muscles. But then, something unexpected happened. As Clementine submerged her head in the water, a rush of memories flooded her mind, transporting her back to her childhood.

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